soak the bloke
living on top of san gennaro is kinda like living right next to an airport. it's convenient when you need to go, but for the other 364 days in the year it's annoying to the point of favoring an overdose of sleeping pills. ok, so in my case it's only 10 days, but if you heard what i have to deal with for those 10 days, you'd be pretty perturbed yourself.i thought i'd be safe from the noise of the festivities with my backfacing apartment. apparently i am not - and in fact, quite the opposite. there's this game called soak the bloke (reference the carney dictionary: see drown the clown), where two players get their chances at pitching baseballs at a target in order to send a guy in a clown suit into the large tank of water below him. now i'm not sure how it is in other street fair situations, but this particular san gennaro bloke is the most. obnoxious. clown. ever. and he has a microphone. so he's shouting and taunting the players and the audience in a clown voice (note: less ronald mcdonald, more it) through this pa system and to top it all off, the game is conveniently placed on the side street directly at the opening of the alleyway behind my building. loud and clear. lucky lucky me.
so i have a few ideas for a new game:
electrocute the bloke - throw live hairdryers, toasters, etc. into the mix.
scar the bloke - instead of pitching baseballs at the target, toss broken bottles directly at the clown.
shoot the bloke - with blanks, of course. you sicko.
curses!
and just in case you can't picture what i'm talking about:
[soak] death to clowns. hurrah. hurrah.
posted by erica @ 6:52 PM
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